Chapter 61 Ruhui
The sound of young men playing in front of the building woke up the elderly deacon who was lying on the desk. He shook his head, as if he had forgotten something.
It shouldn't be important, right? The elder deacon pinched his mustache out of habit, feeling sleepy.
Anyway, the leader is not here, so I might as well continue to sleep.
In Baicao Valley, halfway across the mountain, Wen Rensu, who was communicating with Qi Yinhua, seemed to have sensed something. He looked up and saw a string of star chains flickering in the sky that suddenly turned gloomy.
If you zoom in, you can see that the star chain is a tracer of countless codes, releasing a cold pressure. This strange phenomenon can only be seen by outsiders who do not belong here.
The small world began to become unstable, which meant... Ling Zheng knew it. Under the stimulation, the personality of the Son of Heaven had undergone some changes.
Wisps of the world's essence dissipated, and although he should have been happy, his heart felt strange again. Wen Rensu touched his chest, a trace of confusion lingering in his inorganic eyes.
"I've already made the elixir you mentioned. Can you count it? Is there anything missing?"
Qi Yinhua's words interrupted Wen Rensu's melancholy. Being very professional, he came back to his senses, blocked out all distracting thoughts, took a quick look at the alchemy pot in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.
"No problem, thank you, Senior Sister Qi."
Qi Yinhua smiled lightly, as if thinking about something. She raised her phoenix eyes, revealing a hint of concern: "What did the Sect Leader call you for just now?"
Although he has a cold personality, they grew up together in Wanjun Sect, and Qi Yinhua has long regarded Wen Rensu as his own younger brother.
Shan Wuya is the head of Wanjun Sect, and Wen Rensu is his beloved disciple and the heir of the sect. Ever since Ling Zheng's visit, Shan Wuya has been worried and is obviously concerned about his identity.
As soon as he learned that Wenren Su had woken up this morning, he immediately ordered someone to summon him.
Qi Yinhua couldn't help but worry. Although she was a righteous person and was happy to travel around the world practicing medicine, she did not distinguish between good and bad, noble and humble. Therefore, in her eyes, the concept of the opposition between good and evil was not so deeply rooted.
Looking away from the dozen or so bottles of elixirs with varying efficacy, Wen Rensu spread his hands helplessly, "Senior Sister, didn't you guess it? There's nothing I can do. I'll just have to counter them."
"Traitor! These are troubled times, with the battle between good and evil imminent, yet you hang out with that Gu-playing brat. If this gets out, how will my sect, as the backbone of the righteous path, maintain its dignity?" Shan Wuya sat at the chief seat, slamming the table and shouting angrily.
"Master, please calm down." In the main hall, Wen Rensu knelt for half an hour, his back always straight as a pine tree, his eyes lowered.
"you--"
Shan Wuya used every possible means of coercion and inducement, and had taught and scolded him, but when he saw that the man remained stubborn, he frowned and cursed him, "You are so stubborn!", then walked away in anger.
Back to reality, Wen Rendu walked out of Baicao Valley, carrying something on his mind that he couldn't figure out. His face was lifeless, and he walked with his head down looking at the ground.
A figure appeared in front of him. Wen Rensu looked up and was indeed stunned, as if his feet were deeply rooted in the ground and he could not move.
In the slanting afterglow, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the young man in front of me was coated with a layer of gold, like a dream, and the surrounding scenery was eclipsed by it.
He was leaning sideways, his arms folded across his chest, his posture casual. He smiled when he saw the newcomer and said, "I'm here to take you home. Are you touched?"
Ling Zheng...
How could he still act like nothing happened? Could it be that he didn't notice the book?
……impossible.
It was clearly guided by logic. When he saw the smiling Ling Zheng, his proud computing power actually made a mistake, leading to a ridiculous delusion. Although it only appeared for a moment, Wen Rensu still had self-doubt.
Still in a daze, the acting style of "Wen Ren Su" was deeply rooted in his bones. He smiled appropriately and greeted her, "I'm touched, how can I not be moved."
The two smiled at each other, seemingly harmonious, but with different thoughts in mind. Their shadows grew longer and longer, gradually blending on the cobblestone road.
It was getting late, and the two of them agreed to stay overnight at Wen Rensu's residence in the sect.
The lights in the attic were dim, the flickering light and shadow of the oil lamp danced on the wall, the air was filled with stuffy humidity, and thunder could be heard faintly outside the window, as if it was going to rain.
Wen Rensu lay flat on the couch, his hands clasped in front of his abdomen, his eyes open looking at the ceiling, as if he had lost his sleepiness.
What on earth is Ling Zheng thinking about?
The bleak night wind masked the sounds coming from outside. Ling Zheng, who should have been in the guest bedroom, walked straight in without knocking on the door.
It was not until she walked to the couch that Wen Rensu sensed his breath. After a moment of hesitation, she instinctively closed her eyes.
…
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After a while of friction between the sparse fabrics, Ling Zheng, whose nightgown was loose, climbed onto the couch, and then there was complete silence.
Assassination? This was the only thought Wen Rensu had.
His heart, which had been beating wildly all day, finally settled down at this moment, and he felt as if the dust had settled. He had been waiting for a whole night, and it turned out that Ling Zheng wanted to attack him while he was sleeping.
Wen Rensu had not yet achieved his goal, and it was impossible for him to use his life to vent his anger on Ling Zheng, so he died inexplicably.
The young man's breath moved closer, and one could almost feel a warmth covering it.
Under the quilt, Wen Rensu's muscles tensed, just before he decided to rebel—
A feather-light touch rested on his collarbone.
The skin around him trembled slightly. Wen Rensu was at a loss and suddenly opened his eyes.
Ling Zheng supported himself on both sides, forming a space in front of him. The collar of his nightgown was empty, revealing his chest.
Although she had never used her beauty to please others, she was born knowing how to use her looks. In the dim light, Ling Zheng's eyes were blazing, her teeth were white and her lips were red, revealing a breathtaking beauty:
"Want to touch it?"
Wenren complained that his brain had crashed: "You..."
Ling Zheng lifted the quilt and sat astride Wen Rensu's waist, looking down from above, his movements smooth and flowing.
"Give me."
Wen Rensu felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and subconsciously, a pair of big hands stroked Ling Zheng's waist. It was slightly warm and elastic, with the texture of silk, and the toughness of rock bamboo, just like him.
The young man's soft and bright eyes gradually became misty, and when they touched the man's skin, clusters of flames were ignited. The temperature rose steadily, and fine sweat appeared on the pale body.
With a loud exclamation, a blush appeared on her upturned face, just like a young wife on her first marriage.
Now that I have met a gentleman, how can I not be happy?
From beginning to end, the young man stared at the man infatuatedly, his eyes never leaving his body, and deep in his wet eyes was hidden an unknown madness.
Rain gradually began to fall outside the window, covering up the beauty in the room.
…
"boom--"
After an unknown amount of time, a thunderclap struck, jolt Wen Rensu awake. He closed his eyes, groping along his side. The bed was cold, devoid of warmth. He sat up abruptly, looking around.
The sky was dark and the rain was pouring down. The unlit house was cold and deserted, as if last night's ecstasy had been a fleeting dream, and the fox demon that had stained their fleeting love affair could never be found.
There was another flash of lightning and thunder, and white light came through the window and hit the table in front of the couch. A piece of letter paper was pressed under the teacup.
Wen Rensu's expression was solemn. He stood up from the bed, picked up the letter, walked to the window, and silently read the words on it. There were only a few words:
The person complained:
No need to look for me.
I need to figure out some things and resolve some hatred, but you and I are always different in terms of good and evil, so I don't want to trouble you.
When things are resolved, I will come back.
——Ling Zheng stayed.
The font is simple and neat, as if you can imagine such a picture:
Ling Zheng was writing at his desk without much effort, and he would turn his head from time to time to observe Wen Rensu's sleep. When he finally finished writing, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that he had done it all without anyone noticing.
…
Wen Rensu chuckled at his own imagination. Rubbing the writing with his fingertips, he found a damp, black mark. Judging from this, Ling Zheng had been gone for less than an hour.
Ling Zheng, you are still too soft-hearted towards yourself.
Wen Rensu let out a breath, then regained his composure, moved a wooden chair to the window, and sat watching the hazy rain.
It’s raining so heavily… He stretched out his arms, and his palms were wet in no time.
Compared with the natives of the small world, Wen Rensu will have some special feelings about the turmoil in the plane.
He finally realized that this rainstorm was unusual. It, or rather, the consciousness that came with him, was sad.
It can be said that the world consciousness that came later and Ling Zheng are in a state of twin souls. At this moment, Ling Zheng's mood is self-evident.
Wen Rensu remained silent. Perhaps he also needed to calm down and think about it.
Spring comes and autumn goes, and the stars move.
Three years later.
The inn was bustling with activity. The storyteller, dressed in a blue robe, sat at the desk and began to tell strange anecdotes from the martial arts world, which made the audience sometimes stare in amazement and sometimes clap their hands in applause.
With a "bang", the wake-up stick slammed on the table, and the storyteller was in high spirits.
"As everyone knows, Ling Zheng, the new leader of the Demonic Cult, may be as vicious as a snake, but he looks androgynous and charming."
When these words were spoken, some people curled their lips in disdain, and some even laughed obscenely.
"Rumor has it that he keeps many beautiful concubines in the Demon Palace in the Western Regions. None of them were taken by force. Those women offered themselves to him because they were attracted to Ling Zheng's appearance!"
After finishing the story, the storyteller smacked his tongue, as if he was very envious.
A masked man sitting downstairs at a shared table with others heard this, and his thin eyelids twitched, a strange look on his face.
What a fabrication! Is it impossible for Ling Zheng to hear it? Someone shook his head helplessly, and unexpectedly had an impulse——
He took out a tape recorder and recorded this "romantic affair" for Ling Zheng to listen to. Of course, this was also a foolish dream.
The stage was abuzz with discussion, and the audience was also buzzing with excitement. But let me be clear, the topic was definitely not about Ling Zheng's personal life.
"The demon Ling Zheng has annexed another major sect, and the situation is now irreversible. If he were to attack the Central Plains someday, I'm afraid only the Wanjun Sect member would be able to lead by example and lead the righteous forces in resisting him."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I heard that Ling Zheng is just a weak, yellow-haired boy who got the position of the leader of the Demon Sect by sheer luck.
Our Hero Wenren has unfathomable martial arts skills and is renowned for his chivalrous spirit. If Ling Zheng dares to enter the Central Plains, Hero Wenren will beat him to a pulp and he will never dare to attack again!
"You're right! Okay, let's drink!"
"What I said is of course reasonable. Hero Wenren is a role model of our righteousness. Brother, don't you agree?" As the man said this, he suddenly turned around and sought approval from the stranger sharing the table. He was quite familiar.
However, he would never have expected that the object of his admiration was right next to him and happened to be chosen by him.
Wenren listened to their lively conversation, completely unaware of being the subject of the conversation, nodding in agreement. He continued to drink and eat calmly.
Speaking of which, Ling Zheng's position as the leader of the Demon Cult was also due to Wen Rensu's secret contribution.
How to explain this sentence——
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The author has something to say: What a spectacular breakup.
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